I never did mention, during last night's entry, that a considerable part of what had me so upset about the gig at the 'Seed is that it was interfering with the first five hours of Flame Shift #68. This, if nothing else, was not ownership's fault. I booked that gig over seven months ago, before I knew what my 2013 Shift schedule was, but just being there when I should've been home doing my devotional work in the safety of The Womb was enough to really get me going.
Today, mercifully, has been much, much better.
For most of the morning and afternoon the house was empty, which is rare for a Sunday. I took full advantage of this, cocooning up here, healing myself, being still. Just before noon, I got a letter from The Muse, which obviously changed the tone of the entire day. As my Shift was wrapping up, I wrote back, sharing with her the poem I wrote yesterday. She has enjoyed my stuff from the minute she read Esbat, and since most of Book Two is inspired by her anyway ...
She's been going through a lot these last few weeks, with her job and her living situation and even her health, but we connected just like we always do, as if no time had passed. As much as I wish that Winter were not ending, she's been saying for a long time now that her life is going to change as things become green again, and that she wants to spend more time with me. Today's letter exchange brought that reality a lot closer to the surface, and I am glad.
Though the Shift ended at sunset, I lingered up here a little longer, with The Lady's permission, to soak in a little more of the quiet. Even when I finally did go downstairs, for a quiet dinner and a quiet walk under the surprisingly bright stars, the day remained calm, centered and still.
Ohhhhh, how I needed this day. Indeed.
Now, to melt into the couch. Ahhhhh.
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